Sometimes, you need to listen to hip-hop that gives you straight entertainment. No, not too many stories or themes. You need that music that brings nothing but banging beats and lyrics. No dance-moves, tu-tu’s or tennis shoes will exist in these raps. If anything, the lyricism is so raw and uncut that many would consider it offensive. If this is what you desire, than Mic Tyson presents the worthy remedy.

 

Sean Price becomes so relentless in his violent vernacular and attacking approach that it begs for the listener to pay attention. When you have songs like “STFU Pt. 2” on your album, you know you plan on being disrespectful. The amount of “niggas” used in the chorus of “BBQ Sauce” is nowhere near as off-brand as how one would use the “bbq sauce” and “blue cheese” Price mentions in the rhymes. Price didn’t write lyrics to win “the most diverse lyricist of the year”. He spit his bars to go hard.

 

The beats were pretty much made to match the lyrics. For the most part, the production bangs just as hard as the semantics and jargon. “The Hardest N***a Out” is the perfect example of the type of beats to expect. Mostly sample heavy with enormous boom bap and drum patterns, the song only enhances the madness that comes from Sean Price’s mouth. The only song that doesn’t match is “Hush”. Regardless of that minor blemish, the production is just as rough and rugged as Sean’s beard.

 

Mic Tyson is an album for those that want to hear someone beat them over the head with a microphone. All those looking forward to happy tunes you can pop on the radio need to go listen to “Starships” by Nicki Minaj. You aren’t finding that hear. If you like that NY rap and fiend for a forty and blunt, then this might be one of the best albums you have heard in a while. When it comes to concrete jungle commencements, Mic Tyson is that album and Sean Price is your artist.